No we don't! We really don't... do we? https://flashbak.com/a-complete-horlicks-the-history-of-the-bedtime-beverage-and-its-advertising-18936/
Stuart Sparber wrote:Have you ever tried Horlick's? The British drink it abundantly.
Dan Boone wrote:When my family first moved to the Yukon river country in the early 1970s, the local Christians turfed us out of town (arranged for our rental cabin to be suddenly unavailable, about a week before first snowfall) when they realized my folks were heathens and uninterested in getting saved. We would have bounced a couple of hundred miles but for one old trapper named Mike Molchin who let us stay in a trapping cabin on some mining claims he wasn't using, about ten miles out of town. He drank nothing but Postum, and had hundreds of old Postum jars kicking around that he used for storing anything that needed to stay clean or dry.
He died about ten or fifteen years later of a rare form of liver cancer. Some years after that, it became known to science that the cancer in question was associated with aflatoxins, most likely to be encountered by humans in moldy nuts (especially moldy peanuts). This old trapper had jars of peanut butter in every trapping cabin along his trap line; if they got a bit moldy around the rim or under the lid, he'd just wipe away the moldy bit with his sleeve and spread the rest on his pilot crackers. He was seriously hard core. My father was convinced it was the moldy peanut butter that killed him.
My memory of the man is one of the unholy stench of blood and artificial maple. There's a Crescent brand of fake maple flavor called Mapleine™ that was sold back in the day with a recipe for boiling up with sugar to make a passably decent artificial pancake syrup. (We bought it and used it for that purpose, in the deep sub-arctic nowheres.) But fur trappers used to swear by it as a great mask of human scent; they would practically bathe in the stuff, and wash their traps in it, and rub it on everything to hide their scent when setting traps. And after a few bottles leaked in this man's pockets, and under the seat of his snowmobile, the smell mixed with his body odor and the scent of his fur-bearer carcasses and just followed him around like a signature cloud. It was impressive and deadly!
Jb Hudson wrote:Are you aware that roasted, ground okra seeds brew a coffee substitute?